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Chapter 43 - Five Minutes.
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JanedoewritingsDear Readers, Merry Christmas and warmest holiday wishes to you all! ❤️ Now, onto the chapter... 🔥 I’m dying to know what you guys think. Are you team “She’s hiding something” or team “Alessandro, chill out”? Do let me know what you think, your feedback keeps me going (and sometimes makes me rethink entire chapters). Thanks for sticking with me through it all. Wishing you a holiday full of love, drama and danger (the fun kind), and maybe a little break from all the madness… unlike Viviane and Alessandro. Catch you in the next chapter! Jane Doe Writings. ✨ XOXO 💋
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